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Ms Priya Singh began to teach her class. While Harry was of great concern, she was there to teach all the students. The children understood early on that there would be no favourites.

Harry began to surprise her, as the day passed. While the children had at least attempted the homework which was a great improvement from the previous behaviour, his homework had been mostly correct. His mathematics had been so much better. He had learnt how to add and subtract overnight. His fractions had only minor conversion errors. He certainly looked clueless yesterday but the homework seemed to demonstrate otherwise. He slowly volunteered answers slowly and surely, but he seemed terribly bored. He was not being challenged. She realized that he was cooperating, maybe because he considered her his lifeline. His vocabulary and diction slowly got complex as the morning progressed. And yet - she could feel the familiar buzz. It was not uncommon for small children to perform accidental magic. But why did it seem like he was channelling his magic to study? Was that even possible? At recess, when most of the children had gone outside to play, Priya had called Harry to the table.

She explained to Harry that while she could technically treat him like a special needs case, this would not be a good idea. He wasn't getting the right type of challenge and that was at the root of his boredom. To keep the number of people involved to a minimum, she would provide a copy of all material he needed to study at his own pace. Harry upon hearing this, nodded with so much excitement, that she wanted to laugh at how cute he looked. She also explained from today, he would receive magical books to help him understand the world of his parents. He would be allowed to carry these books home and he was not to speak about what he had received. After recess, Priya moved Harry's desk right next to hers and kept it as a separate unit. As far as the other students were concerned, Harry was a struggling student. The other students who had their own problems, could not be bothered to notice that Harry had answered all the questions. None of them would question Ms Singh in any case. Many of them were quickly warming up to her.

Harry would maintain separate notebooks – a boring notebook with a half-assed attempt that was meant to only demonstrate he was an average student. The second notebook would contain his real work. Priya provided Harry with everything from her store of emergency stationery and he started cutting away the work, piece by piece.

During the lunchtime prayer, Harry wondered about the word Grace – it translated to God's blessings. He thought about his bird and figured if there was ever something that was freely given, it was his life which was given to him by his bird. Grace would be its name. Harry had a distinct feeling that his bird was a 'she'. 'She' was too pretty to be a male bird, or so he thought. At the end of the day, Harry looked outside at his phoenix and nodded his head. His trusty phoenix took off from the tree and proceeded to the same spot that they had used earlier to arrive at the school compound. After most of the children had left, Priya walked over to Harry and asked for the bracelet. Harry after returning the bracelet, smiled and skipped off to the back of the school. When his phoenix sat on his shoulder, he told her:

"Hello, Grace! I named you Grace because you gave me my life. You are a girl, aren't you? I could use a sister, it gets lonely sometimes. Or two sisters – you and somebody else would be nice."

Grace trilled a solemn long chirp. She understood what he meant – she had been given a name with religious significance. She had been named 'Blessing' and was a good name. Names carried power and she could not think of a more powerful name for herself. This name meant that her wizard would not lose his way and he believed in miracles. Grace rubbed his cheek with her beak.

Harry understood the reply. We are family.

Harry then spoke to Grace, "Hometime. Straight to the attic?"

She felt pride for her charge and carried her wizard home.

Harry arrived home, armed with a full back-breaking schoolbag of magical textbooks. He unpacked everything and decided he was going to think about his mind-palace tonight while he worked. He would also draw upon his magic so he could learn faster. It was time to push, and to push hard.

Meanwhile, Hermione Granger a recent Year 5 transfer student who had arrived at Harry's school had seen the lightning apparition and decided that she had to make friends with this person. Hermione knew that she was special. She could often change people's hair colour if they annoyed her. If bullies came to pick on her, (which was regularly) she could make their heads hurt. Sometimes, she could pull books off the shelf if they were too high. This boy was like her, and he seemed to know the finer details. For now, Lady Hecate approved of the direction things were taking – Harry's first acquisition after being granted his phoenix and his teacher had begun.

While Hermione had been looking on at Harry, someone else had eyes for Priya Singh. But certainly, they were not filled with good intentions.

Lord Agamemnon Cassius of House Cassius stood disillusioned in the car park looking at Priya Singh, with a predatory gaze in his eyes. He considered the events that had occurred in his life, and he was set on his course of action. Agamemnon had belonged to one of the minor houses, and as a Slytherin Pureblood Lord, he had married Titania Cassius Nee Goyle. However, she was inbred and possessed no need to feel anything romantic. Her father had promised her to the Cassius family for a favour that was owed. She was a worthwhile match and she would sire him magically strong children.

That ended up being the joke of the decade, literally.

As the years went by, she remained barren. So much for the promise of an heir. Worse yet, her performance in the bedroom had been very disappointing. She would lay still like a log, and watched the ceiling until the event had passed. Of course, he had complained early in their marriage and then she had given him a reply that demented him for many years:

"My job as your wife is to submit when I am told to do so. I dutifully open my legs and I allow you what you want. What more do you want?"

"I want you to make an effort. The experience has been unexciting."

"You must think we marry for love like the filthy mudbloods. I signed off my body to you, to ensure the continuation of Lady Hecate's gift. To produce children who would one day be faithful to the Dark Lord. Not to please your desires! This is an arrangement, and I did what was asked. Personally, killing and torturing are better than fucking. I understand Bellatrix Lestrange all too well. When you do it right, it makes your nerves tingle. I can feel the pleasure as it sometimes cascades over my entire body. Look, you are fairly good with a wand – you can pleasure yourself."

"So this is only about preservation and nothing more?"

"It is a sacrifice that those of pure blood must make. I am a Goyle! If anything, perhaps your impotence had resulted in the inability to sire a child. That is your fault and not mine. I know you have raped the mudbloods. Good, take what you need from them. Don't expect me to offer resistance to your advances – that is not the way pureblooded women behave? It is improper! I do my duty to you, and you can have me when you want, as long as you understand I have needs just like you. Leave me to my…..hobbies."

Her hobbies were not innocuous things – rather she preferred to get her orgasms by torturing animals. This conversation had left him angry and envious. Sometimes he wondered if being pureblood was worth it – many of the muggleborn wizards and witches seemed happier, even in the middle of the war. Sometimes he had doubts about everything.

And then, the Dark Lord had perished and he felt like the entire world that he had promised to build, was no longer a dream that was worth anything. As the years went by, his wife fell into depravity and one day she put him in a body bind curse while he was asleep. Then she had stripped naked, tortured her husband and made the type of mess that he could only fantasize about. After she was done, she kissed him and told him that she had finally gotten what she needed. He already knew that she was too far gone.

He killed the hag the same night and found himself breathing easy after he buried her. Better to leave the worms to eat her corpse. It had been five years since her death, and now he wondered if the rest of his life might be salvageable. He often regretted that he had not managed to capture his current prey in Hogsmeade, many years ago.

And now he was here. At this…muggle school.

He continued to look at the woman in her classroom, and he even found herself attracted to her kindness. Yes, she would make a good mother, and perhaps she might even enjoy the types of activities that his previous wife had considered unbecoming. After all, this was not the first time that he was looking on at the woman – no, he had found her fascinating during his time at Hogwarts. He remembered fondly his first interaction with her, as looked on at her teaching skills.

One day, he ran into Priya at the library in her 6th year as a young man. He had never looked upon immigrants too closely. Then, when he got a close-up view of Priya, he changed his mind quickly about muggleborns. This woman was the most beautiful maiden he had seen. She had a very tanned complexion that seemed like the earth was part of her skin. And her facial features were very exotic. Her hair was perfectly long and straight and her eyelashes were thick. And her eyes looked like smouldering orbs of chocolate. And those lips – so full. And her body – while the robes covered up a lot of her figure, he could see a high, plump rack full of perfectly rounded breasts and buttocks that were so firm that the entire behind of her robe had to jiggle around when she walked.

She signalled hidden, exotic promises to many of the Pureblood Lords in Hogwarts. Many of the purebloods had noticed her – and she became the talk of the town in Slytherin common room. Who would be the first to make her bounce on their cock was one of the common conversations. Other males often stated that they didn't mind passing her around if she was hogtied. That way they could all enjoy her. She was after all "The Hufflepuff."

Of course, he forgot about such things when he volunteered to serve the Dark Lord. He had specifically requested of the Dark Lord that whatever prey he captured, would rightfully be his to use for his bodily needs.

"I will agree to this condition, on the basis that you humiliate them, break them, or bear children with them. Go forth, and spread the purity of your blood." the Dark Lord had commanded.

And he did manage to find his prey in Hogsmeade, and she was accompanied by her friend. And then he had lost her when she went into the muggle world. And yet he had managed to track her down by pure coincidence. And with his former wife, now six feet under? As far as Cassius was concerned, such good breeding stock deserved to serve the imminence of this bloodline. As he and his friends continued their campaigns, many halfblood and pureblood witches were captured, raped and obliviated in the last Wizarding war. It was observed by their little sycophantic troupe that pureblooded women submitted quickly because they understood the system. But the halfblood and particularly the muggleborn women?

They were spitfires.

They fought and they clawed even until the last moment when being taken against their will. They cursed and they insulted everything and everyone. And when they were obliviated after they served their purpose, some of them remained uncontrollable and defiant. It made the victory sweet for Death Eaters when a woman was taken against her will and so much vitality was present.

He wondered if Priya would fight when he took her, with such intensity.

He returned to his flat where he currently had two young women under his thrall. The Imperio had worked wonderfully to subjugate the muggle women who had been leaving a club one late night. Agamemnon decided that now he would live out every fantasy and learn a couple of new ones until he had established the routine of his target. He would continue to enjoy himself until he could strike at his main target. It was particularly challenging to ambush Priya as she had her metal box on wheels to get around, and most of the places she travelled to were wide open in the public. It seemed the muggles had devices that could act as pensieves or so the women had explained in his apartment. While he was disgusted about learning about the Muggle world, it was necessary so that as a wizard he could reign supreme. Perhaps if he was accomplished as a lover, Priya would submit and become his mistress willingly? He would not mind that one bit. Perhaps she had friends who would be interested in a harem? Oh, this would be rewarding. He began another session of pleasure with his captured muggle pets, as they forcibly obeyed him under the influence of the Imperius.